I feel like, i’m the only one that feels like he’s being tested.
I feel like, this world is so absurdly fucked up, how could this be the real thing?
How can we expect to ever live in TRUE peace and harmony, if this world is a result of humans putting their heads together?
How can this world/life/dimension or whatever, be possibly real?
I’m no religious fella, or floaty supernatural type, Â but if this is it then i really, really hope there’s life after death.
Because how can a person that has “woken up” freely waddle carelessly through all these working slaves we see as people?
I’m not sure if i’m making sense.
If i’m not then i’m sorry, what this all comes down to:
Does anybody else hope  they will wake up one day, in a different place/bed/toilet/dimension, and be told that the world you knew was all fake?
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Really, the best I can hope for is that when I do die there is nothing. I feel like I was placed here so some supernatural being could have something to laugh at. A big “guffaw” when all the shit falls out of the freezer like a fucking avalanche, belly laughs when I am late for a meeting because my Fibro was so bad I couldn’t get my clothes on and the car blows a head gasket half way to the office – hysterics abound when I get invited to dinner somewhere nice and after two bites of steak a crown pops off and ruins the entire night. I am one big continuous joke. If bullshit was music I’d be a ten-mile long marching band.
No, I don’t hold any hope of waking up and finding it was all just a fucking nightmare. I only hold the hope that someday I won’t wake up at all.
Well, some black ants are also slaves. While they were still pupau, they were seized by the red Amazon master ants and taken to the Amazons’ anthill. There, they imprinted on the odor of their masters, so that they did not know they were slaves. And they worked for their red masters, until they died.
And so it goes. We’re all cogs in the fucking gearbox, except for the chosen few who’s ineptness leads them to health and wealth.